Before he knew it, it was morning again and he was being woken up by Angela. Confused, he slowly sat up.
"Time for school, honey!" She said.
Scott looked around with dread. He was waking up in Harry's room, in his bed. Again. That's right! He was still stuck as the boy! Sickend, he realized he'd have to do it all over again! He got his clothes around, went to tbe bathroom, and wondered at how small and smooth his body was.
Groaning, he started getting ready for another day of grade school. Seeing a younger version of Harry looking back at him from the bathroom mirror was a shock. Again. Scott didn't ever think he would ever get used to seeing the face and eyes of a young child as his own reflection. Nor would he get over the humiliation of the hairless little worm and small round orbs between his legs, rather than the large hairy dick of a man. Add his perfectly smooth armpits to boot.
Ready for school dressed in his humiliating Catholic school boy uniform, he had a few minutes to sneak into his lab to check on the statue of the boy. But as he reached for the door, he heard his "mom" snap at him. "What are ypu doing? You know you're not allowed down there!"
Sighing, drooping his shoulders, he said:
"I know. I just miss the bo-..... Dad!" He quickly corrected himself.
"Oh, honey. I do as well. He'll....be back soon," Angela hesitated. Still not letting her shrunken son know that Scott was missing. Not realzing that the real Scott actually was before her in the form of her shrimpified son.
"Well, you still have to go to school. Your bus will be here soon."
"You bus." Those two words made his stomach flip. "My bus," he thought glumly.
He walked to the bus stop. Was greeted by Dustin again, telling him all about his adventure from the after-school pick-up game of football from the evening before. Scott mostly ignored the kid, only paying just enough attention to feign interest. He didn't want to hurt Harry's relationship woth his best friend, afterall. But he was more worried about the problem of how to turn stone into living cells. And if it could somehow be done, of Harry would be alive. And if he were to live, what his state of mind would be after spending 36 or more hours stuck as a statue. Hopefully, he was unconscious and was actually a real stone statue. The torment would be too much to bear, Scott was afraid, for a conscious mind.
But conscious. Harry was. All too painfully conscious. Stuck and hardened completely and totally in place. Cold, hard, horny, and embarressingly naked in a dark corner of the basement.
The day went pretty much like it did the day before Scott. Except he kept his mouth shut, and his head down while he bided his time as his own adopted boy.
His second day of school, became his third. He contacted his best friend and work colleague at the medical lab when Scott found the opportunity to sneak into the secretary's office and use the phone during lunch.
An entire conversation ensued, where Scott had to confess what he did to himself and asked for his friend, Vin, to come over and help him out on Saturday. Eventually, Vin agreed. Him and his twin brother, Anthony, would both come over.
Scott managed to get through the rest of the week, while also doing some snooping about the house. He ad found some old research notes, along with a sealed concoction he had forgotten about. An experimental drug that was quite successful. It was able to wipe out the memory of the person for up to a week. Perfect, for making his mom...ANGELA!....Forget that his dad was missing. Not noticing he was referring to himself as "his dad."
Scott managed to mix it in Angela's cup at aupper that night. The next day, it seemed to have worked. She got up like normal, and got her "son" around for school as well. Angela noticed (for the second time) that her boy seemed to have....shrunken. She thought maybe he was sick, losing weight the way he did. But Scott assured her he felt fine. She insisted on scheduling a doctor's appointment anyway (for the second time.) But Scott didn't argue or press the matter. He had just to get through the rest of the week, biding his time for the cavalry to arrive.
Finally, the weekend did come around. His opportunity arose to sneak into the basement, where Harry was acting like the object he was all week; an immobile statue. Still exactly where Scott last left it. This "awakened" poor Harry's mind that had sort of started becoming numbingly "comfortable" inside its stone skin throughout the week.